You seek out your family
"They're this way." Nick says, pointing into the distance.
"Though I suggest that you get cleaned up before you see
them."
"Good idea." You allow before swiveling on your heel and
start toward your chambers. He walks alongside you.
"Pardon, Nick, but I am perfectly capable of cleaning my own self
up." You say.
"That you are." He replies. "I just want to be there to
deter any unwanted stares."
Again, he had a point. You allow him to walk next to you to your room,
where you let him in, grab a clean dress from your wardrobe, and slip
behind a curtain to change.
You slip into the green dress. It fits you perfectly, like a second
skin. Of course it does, it was tailored to fit. You rinse off your
face and try to arange the mop atop your head before looking in the
mirror to face the remaining damage.
Though you do look healthier with the gore removed, it is still clear
that you had been harmed. Your top lip is split. A bruise stands out
upon your otherwise impecable cheek. There is still a dark sploch in
your hair that you will have to cover with an updo. Otherwise, you
look presentable.
You grab Nick, who had pulled a book off of a shelf and had been
reading, and take him out of the room with
you
"Mama?" you call once you get inside. "Papa?"
